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Much to my pleasure, today's movie did not include any intrusive German women. Indeed, the audience was a rather pleasant and crowded one--the woman sitting next to me laughed at all the correct moments. Which were, given today's pick, pretty much the whole time. Not that it was irritating--indeed, I was laughing the whole time, too.

There's really not much I can put into words as far as Princess Raccoon is concerned. I can summarize the genre (contemporary Japanese, comedy, musical.) I can tell you what it's about (the princess of the Tanuki falls in love with a human, which isn't supposed to happen. And the human just happens to be a prince, and The Prettiest Dude in the World.) I can even tell you the other--extremely awesome--movies the director, Seijun Suzuki, has made (dear Pistol Opera: I love you.) But I just can't convey, in writing, how innovative and beautiful the set designs and effects were, or how hilarious the soundtrack was, or how great Tokyo Ska Paradise looks with dyed red hair.

I mean, I can try and tell you about how the sets are ornate in one scene, and like a college production of West Side Story in the next. And I'll endeavor to describe how the characters will suddenly leap into and interact with silk paintings. I'd love to describe the sudden flamenco dancing, and the weird male version of Snow White. But honestly, dudes? You are all Just Going to Have To See It. Like all the best things in life, it's beautiful, hilarious, and completely batshit insane.
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As I said in my last post, SIFF is going on right now. The Seattle International Film Fest is an insanely huge festival, lasting for three weeks and taking up five theaters. Unfortunately, this year I'm insanely poor, so I'm only going to three or four movies, out of a bajillion. Boohoo.

Taking that into consideration, I decided if I could only see so few this year, one really should be four hours long. And, if at all possible, about children dying of cancer.

Yes, that's right--while everyone else takes in the fancy special effects and AARP-sanctioned gay sex of X3, I went to see the world's most cheerful documentary, A Lion in the House. The movie is in two parts with an intermission, due to the length. Part one shows you how charming, brave, and gosh-darn cute these three kids are. And part two lets you see the slow, painful deaths.

Honestly, though, the movie is well-made and--as a whole--avoids sentimentality. Personally, the parts I found most intriguing were when the unequal nature of a capitalistic health care system were shown in stark detail. One family had to be slowly talked out of continuously resuscitating their kid after he'd been fighting leukemia for over ten years. Whereas the inner-city lymphoma kid's mom basically had to give up at the first sign of poor oxygen intake, because Medicaid wasn't going to pay up... The whole film gives you such great faith for the American medical system!

I thought I'd have more to say on the documentary... But, sadly, all I can think about is this irritating German woman who came in over an hour after the movie started! First of all, SIFF has postings everywhere saying there's no late seating. Secondly, she sat right behind me, even though the auditorium was largely empty (the movie was playing in competition with five other SIFF selections, none of which were about kids slowly dying, and one of which was the much-anticipated Nick Cave feature, The Proposition. Even I would have been at that, were it not playing at The Varsity in a week or so). Then, she asked me what she'd missed, and she would laugh at totally inappropriate scenes. Curse you, German lady! God, she even followed me into the bathroom during intermission to ask me "how I was liking the movie," and to tell me about how much she disliked American documentaries. Look, you might like them, if you would watch one from the beginning.

Hopefully my pick for tomorrow will have a less irritating audience...


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